The reason I really don't like you?
It's that when you talk, you are talking to this thing deep inside of me. And it makes me grim. You aren't even saying things to piss me off, really. Your voice makes me go into full solute mode and I lose myself. I hate that. If I could be funny for you, or sweet for you, you would understand. Although your thoughts do provoke mine I can't even react because I'm too busy dealing with the cannon ball on my diaphragm that you've caused.
And simply that, and only that, is why I don't like you.
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